EXTRACT FOR
Spanked and Feminized by the Boss
(J.S. Lee)

The girls were supposed to laugh but it was silent when Mel took off his dress shirt.  This had gone too far and his nervous fingers were making unbuckling his belt almost impossible.  "Hurry, Mel, I don't have all day," her voice was still a cock tease and even like this, in the worst of circumstances, his dick fluttered to reach her.  The pants came down he shook his head as he dropped the boxers, maybe they would forget all about firing him once the girls got a look at his cock.  Women seemed to love it, some couldn't get enough so why not flaunt it?



Abigail found it funny, it was the worst response he'd ever gotten to getting naked.  She pointed at his cock and her shoulders began to shake, "well, ladies, and by ladies, I'm addressing you as well, Mel."  The rest of them joined in and he could hear the echo of it and suddenly her intention became clear.  The five other girls in the room were all women that he had hit on recently.  This really was revenge.  Abigail was formidable and he had literally been caught with his pants down.  "So that is the tiny, little problem that has been so irritating here at this firm?" she took a step and then another and it was torture that Abigail could have reached out and fondled him in her hand and she didn't.  "I was thinking that you were going to have a big dick, Mel," she sounded as if she had wet panties thinking about that.  "I mean, you act like you're a real man's man," another step, the head of his erection could touch her red dress and he'd leave a wet spot behind.  "And all the while, you're barely a man at all," she took his seat, "I think that's the smallest dick I've ever seen.  What do you think, ladies?"



The black girl in the back, he hadn't heard her name and he never knew it when he rubbed himself on her big, beautiful butt as she looked in the refrigerator raised her hand.  "I think we should call him Melody," she licked her bottom lip and Mel's cock thrashed at the sight of her wet mouth, "and I think Melody is a lesbian."  She did it again and they all saw his physical response.  Women with full lips that glistened with a little saliva, how could he help himself, really?



The blonde that had brought him to the meeting, the same little bitch that had threatened to report him to HR curled her lip with disdain, "he needs to know how it feels to go to work with an asshole like him, staring at you all the time like you're a piece of meat."  It was a good analogy actually, watching her ass wiggle in the skirt had made him a little hungry.



Abigail nodded, "I agree, all good ideas ladies.  I also think that because Melody has been such a baby about what's been going on here, that he should be punished like a baby would be."  She was throwing him daggers with her eyes, if looks could kill, he would have another heart attack right now.  "You have to learn to respect your superiors," her eyes traveled down his body and she was looking at his cock again, "which means all of us.  Come here, Mel," she patted her thigh.  The curve of her leg in the dress was something that he could easily picture running his hands over before pushing her dress up.  "You're going to lay in my lap, with your bottom up," his ass would be on display for all of the girls to see.  This was so much worse than anything he could have imagined.



He did as he was told.  There wasn't any choice, it was this or look for a new job and he'd already gone too far to give up now.  If he refused her at this point, it was a total defeat.  He lay down, his dick thumping for attention, the moment his shaft was pressed into the silk of her dress, his senses were reeling.  It felt cool and slippery on his cock and he wanted nothing more than to rub himself back and forth like this against her leg.  



Abigail's hand was soft and she touched his lower back.  "Now I'm going to spank you Mel," the noise rose from his chest, he couldn't hold it back, it was a howl.  "Yes, you're going to be spanked, like a baby, because only a baby would act this way," his body was protesting for him and he hung his head and whined, shaking his head no as she continued.  "But I realize that it's probably your first spanking," she patted him like a dog that needed consolation, "if your mother had spanked you more, you probably would be much nicer.  So I'm going to give you something to distract you a little."



He couldn't see it, but he could hear it.  There was a buzzing behind him and he shuddered when she touched him with the rubber tip.  It was a vibrator, the kind that he would buy by the case for Christmas.  He never knew how many women might expect a gift.  This one felt like a cock and the head of it was vibrating on his skin, covering his body with goosebumps.  "See, doesn't that feel nice?" she murmured, moving the toy down his spine, she was much too close to his ass for comfort.